"Hell, I want It seems to be something about the Mohist school, but what is it? "
You di looked up. He looked at the old helmsman very seriously.
"Well, do you know what I want to ask you? "
" I think you are really drunk I'm still drunk! " The old helmsman was speechless and poured a glass of wine from himself: "you want to ask me where the Mohist people live on earth!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I remember..." Feng Chenglin waved his hands again and again, vaguely in his eyes, he continued to fumble on his body: "it's strange, how come it's gone..."
"What's missing? Antidote Old helmsman white eye: "is not your antidote long gone?"
"Nonsense My antidote is here... " Feng Chenglin pulled down the belt buckle from his waist, hung his head and said, "eh What's going on? Why can't I open it... "
The old helmsman shook his head speechless and poured a glass of wine again: "in fact, even if you are not drunk, ask me, I will not tell you..."
Feng Chenglin didn't seem to hear this sentence. He was still clinging to his belt: "Damn it, how can't I open it It doesn't make sense... "
Looking at his stubborn appearance, the old helmsman shook his head: "the Mohist school has the rules of Mohism, and no one can tell the secrets of the Mohist School casually! Even if it's me Because there is not much left of our Mohist people! "
A long sigh, he seems to be thinking of sad things, also do not need wine cup, hold up the wine jar, head up fiercely poured a few.
He didn't notice the wind blown forest on one side, and was looking at him with a kind of "my shit" eyes.
How can this guy drink?
If I had known that, I should have dried it with wine jars.
Which as for a few cups of turbid wine, he is going to wind up and faint!?
Because he was afraid that if he drank too much, he would lose more than he had gained.
No idea. This guy is really a bit of a drinker.
If he didn't have the antidote to lay the foundation, he had done something secretly, and he would have drunk a thousand cups of wine.
A jar of wine was almost drunk by the old helmsman.